Monday, July 10th, 2006 [The posting author included this date which is when they wrote the update.]
July 4th is celebrated with a wheelchair trip across the street to Best Buy, and later after a nap to recover a 20 minute ride with Dad to Fry’s, which closed early, thereby requiring a second trip on Wednesday with Rose. There is in the material world little of interest to the geek-at-heart that cannot be found in these two establishments.
Fireworks at dusk are heard in the distance, but no pyrotechnic displays light the night sky outside the Tiverton.
Aaron continues to gain mobility, assisted by a round of physical therapy. His gait progresses from carefully tentative to oddly stiff to nearly normal by Sunday.
The staples and stitches come out on Thursday, and the last oozing from the incision finally ceases. The trachea hole is all but closed.
Aaron doesn’t have much appetite; eating is more an obligation that he dutifully performs. He has lost nearly 40 pounds over the last 8 weeks. Few will be jealous of the means that led to this end. It is unlikely that we will see cytotoxins sold as diet aids, or a new diet bestseller touting chemotherapy (but then again, if rat poison can be used to eliminate blood clots, what isn’t possible?)
Michaela wonders when her daddy’s hair will grow back.
An appointment is set for next Wednesday with Dr. Paquette to review the progress thus far and to map out the strategy for the coming weeks.